Neither X nor Y (Intersex Triptych II)
My non-gendered genes
Speak to me
In mysteries
Inherently understood
In my youngest self
In being
In knowing
In the way I feel
I inhabit mystery
Because I do not fit into anything else
Just a few sets of letters
Neither X nor Y
Are libraries of different literature
A bible of otherness
Hidden in my blood
Which the world can read
In the ways I refuse to believe
That which I refute
Simply by existing
And so
As a child embodying contradiction
I challenged the world
And to be sure it challenged me back
Violently
But I believe
An innate and early sense
That the world had it wrong –
That even my parents and pastors
Couldn’t understand –
This sense gave me strength
To endure their attempts to change me
To endure the probing stares
And rude questions
To endure even the outright cruelty
Of the world’s discomfort
With that which can’t be neatly named
I realized
(Or maybe I never forgot)
That God has no body
So like trans kids
And queer kids
And all those wholly holy children
Who challenge us
With their refusal to be defined
I grew closer to God
Because I already lived with mystery
Alive in my questioning body
We who are born to otherness
Are also born to read inscrutable maps
To write our lives in a language the world may never understand
We are born to question
And to be a question
Which means we are born to seek
…
We are born to know God
This gift of otherness
Comes wrapped in queerness
But world,
Don’t be jealous!
You have your own privileges too
Detail from Buried Treasure Became Seeds Sown -or- I Will Not Bury Myself in Your Boxes